My parents had a tendency to collect widows. There were several in our church as I grew up and my parents were constantly looking after them. The main focus of their concern was picking up about four little old ladies and taking them to church. Of course, that meant returning them, too.
I’m sure there were times when it wasn’t convenient. No doubt some of the ladies had a list of complaints, mostly about health issues. But, I never heard my parents complain about taking care of them. That’s rare, I think.
That love for older people was passed on to me without a word. I just learned to love and care for older people. There were several times, when I had a car and could do it, that I picked them by myself. I didn’t think a thing about it at the time. Now it appears strange to me. But, that’s the beauty of my parents example. It became natural to do it.
I think that respect for these dear older ladies has trickled down to all people. People are important, not because they can run, jump, or tell cute jokes. They are significant because of what God has invested in them. My parents got that right and I’m thankful for them today.
Sid Allsbury
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